Yesterday, we went to an Ibadan version of a French Paris cafe, outdoors, trees, young students making noise, we were eating chips and barbecued chicken wings, Ali and I were drinking beer, you were sipping and said to me "mum, tell me more about my birth story" I smiled at you, lifted my head up from my candy crush saga game, Ali smiled, he looked at me and we smiled at each other, in that look a million words had been said between us. You are a prize my darling Inikpi Araoluwa. You are the first thing I ever fought for. (I guess you would be š puzzled) Inikpi, you were so quiet in my tummy, I was afraid you will be stillborn. I stressed your dad so frequently to the emergency ward, the poor chap had turned into a staff member at the general hospital. You were quiet for another 7.5 years. Clingy, unsure, cautious, you walked late, you spoke late, I had to leave you with strangers so I could go to work, your...
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